"Paper Doe" lyrics
(with T.Y.)
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
[Curren$y:]
Showed up to collect
Showed up out of respect
Showed up for the check
Put it down and I left with a whole lot
Nigga if you didn't know about it then you know now
Jet Life homie too high for you to hold down
Talk about the money 'cause I get a whole lot
My nigga name buzzin' so I give him more now
I was a youngin playing Jay-Z instrumentals so loud
In my room tryna pen my lyrics with my door locked
OG in the game [?]
Own strain of weed own clothing line
Give me mine
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
[T.Y.:]
I kick a door down let me in this bitch my nigga
Only feel that I need is to get rich my nigga
Heard you went to jail now you startin' to snitch my nigga
I get that paper then I split it with my niggas
I flooded my pocket with big faces
Lemon head diamonds looking like you could taste it
Its just the dash in my ride add the flavor
Never put my self around a nigga who be hating
Lacing, dope on the track every time
I came through they knew I was gon' put it down
Like my weed, I'm the bomb
Model bitches on my line
I'm ahead of my time
Man on the come up, T.Y
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
[Curren$y:]
Showed up to collect
Showed up out of respect
Showed up for the check
Put it down and I left with a whole lot
Nigga if you didn't know about it then you know now
Jet Life homie too high for you to hold down
Talk about the money 'cause I get a whole lot
My nigga name buzzin' so I give him more now
I was a youngin playing Jay-Z instrumentals so loud
In my room tryna pen my lyrics with my door locked
OG in the game [?]
Own strain of weed own clothing line
Give me mine
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
[T.Y.:]
I kick a door down let me in this bitch my nigga
Only feel that I need is to get rich my nigga
Heard you went to jail now you startin' to snitch my nigga
I get that paper then I split it with my niggas
I flooded my pocket with big faces
Lemon head diamonds looking like you could taste it
Its just the dash in my ride add the flavor
Never put my self around a nigga who be hating
Lacing, dope on the track every time
I came through they knew I was gon' put it down
Like my weed, I'm the bomb
Model bitches on my line
I'm ahead of my time
Man on the come up, T.Y
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though
